Those damned laxatives decided to kick in this morning. Not only can't I eat any breakfast, drink any water, or coffee, I now have to spend the morning on and off the toilette. And for what, just so some quack can have x-rays of my small intestine so he can "see how things are going?" My ass (kind of literally)! Those pictures are probably going to find their way onto the internet and then I'll be humiliated for life while sickos from around the world ogle my colon. The horror.